Chapter 528: Helga Hufflepuff Told Me
After spotting the golden cup, Kyle suppressed the surge of excitement within him. Turning calmly to the goblin behind him, he said in a composed tone, "This one, Mr. Griphook, is correct, isn't it? Could you please help me retrieve that golden cup?"
Griphook remained motionless, his sharp voice cutting through the stillness. "Sir, only Mr. Black has the authority to remove anything from this vault."
"Are you sure that's the one Bellatrix wants?" Sirius interjected, his tone edged with caution. "We can't afford to get it wrong—we won't have another chance to come back."
"Yes, that's it," Kyle replied confidently. "It's a small item, not particularly valuable, but it holds great sentimental value for Madam Bellatrix."
"You heard him," Sirius said to Griphook, his impatience evident. "Hurry up, grab it, and let's leave this miserable place."
"As you wish, Mr. Black," Griphook replied with a slight bow.
With a snap of his fingers, the golden cup rose smoothly from the high stone ledge, floating gently through the air toward Sirius. He caught it in one hand and immediately passed it to Kyle.
The two stepped back into the open space outside the vault, watching as Griphook secured the heavy doors once again.
"I need not remind you, Mr. Black," Griphook said, turning toward Sirius after confirming the vault was locked, "you will never be allowed to retrieve anything from this vault again."
"I know," Sirius muttered with clear disdain. "And believe me, I don't plan on coming back here if I can help it."
"Good," Griphook said with a satisfied nod, clearly pleased that only a seemingly insignificant golden cup had been taken.